Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.

I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.

A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.

The Seeing

Towards the end of seeing

At times when we examine our souls

The last kiss that we’ve been saving

Is as worthless as some gold

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You could take the offered hand

And dance all night to amphetamine rhythm

Dancing to the beat as your brain goes meltdown

Check out the colours on those walls

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Seeing is believing you were always told

But who can you trust if the haze blinds you

And the rest of the night is still to go

With a storm riding on inside your skull

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Just past three and the beats still rising

So much sweat and no control

You’re not sure but you think you’re surviving

The heats so great in your private hell

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Lean across me and touch my lips with yours

Feed me your pretty dreams

And tell me words that I’ll forget tomorrow

Along with your face, along with your name

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Am I near the end of seeing

With all these wasted chances smiling

At the victories I failed to behold

And the kisses that shall remain undelivered.

(THE SEEING, By A R J Abranson, 06-02-93/20:04)

My poetry anthology, Wild Card Symphonies, is available to buy now on Lulu in both Softcover and Dust Jacket Hardcover.

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Wild Card Symphonies, Cry To Me & This Graveyard Heart are Copyright ©2015, Angus Abranson. All rights reserved.
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